You watch from the window as the sun sets. Camille will be up soon, and you don't know what she'll demand of you when she does. She can be very demanding when she wants to be.
"Oh, Y/N," you hear her call. She stalks into the room wrapped in a silk robe. "There you are. I didn't think you were an early riser."
"I'm not usually," you reply. "I guess I just couldn't sleep very well."
"Oh. Poor thing." She rests her head against your shoulder. "You should have stayed in bed. I would have made you feel better. Now, I'm going to go get ready for the night. Have you found some fresh blood?"
You nod. "Place a few blocks from here."
"See?" She gives you a kiss on the cheek. "I knew you would adapt fast."
You have adapted quickly, to every place the two of you have gone. The two of you have been sort of on the run for a while. Camille's been putting as much distance between herself and the Clave as possible. She finds it impressive that you don't seem homesick, but on the inside, you miss New York too much, and you can't wait until you can go home.
But you don't know when you will go home. You could always just leave Camille, but you can't bring yourself to do that. It's true that sometimes it feels that you're more like master and servant than lovers, but you do love her. And you think, somewhere deep down, she actually loves you, too.
"Well?" she asks. "Are you going to take me there or not?"
"Yes, of course." You try to hold hands with her, but she loops her arm through yours and begins to lead you towards the door.
There is passion between the two of you, sure, but sometimes you wish there was more feeling to your relationship. Camille isn't really as cold and manipulative as she seems; you wish she would use that more often.
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